from: "Winifred is Listening":
I am dropping my objects
from a greater height:
Spoon. Needle. Belt.
Blame it on having my fingers pulled straight.
An addiction to hearing things hit.
Blame my eye, where a small eclipse floats.
Providing a context for the poems, Ms. Houlihans first five critical essays in the Boston Comment series, already known by many through Web del Sol and Arts and Letters Daily, are collected here.
from: I=N=C=O=H=E=R=E=N=T: On Language Poetry
"Armed with an inexhaustible talent for rationalizing their poetic incoherence, Language Poets formed along the roots of traditional poetry like fungi, sprouting a twisted tendril called The New Sentence. Of course, this new sentence was not really a sentence at all (further evidence of how meanings aren't necessary to the words they come with)."
